It is so fucking nice outside it's unreal. I can't wait for summer!
I'm sitting here on my big fluffy chair with the window open. The kitteh is next to me staring out the window, probably taking in that sweet gyro breeze from across the street. It smells like onions and frying, but in a good way. I can hear church bells and cars and d00dz skateboarding on the sidewalk, a noise I'm getting used to hearing A LOT of haha. That and drunk people. I venture outside of my building as little as I can on Fridays and Saturdays to avoid the onslaught of drunken brodudes and orange chicks. Seriously, these fucking amateurs are puke-out-the-car-window drunk before midnight and think it's funny to pretend to grab my pizza or make some ridiculous comment about me. I'm not your bad-girl fantasy dude, fuck off. It was worse when I used to have piercings and shit.
I STILL haven't found a job. This is the longest it's ever taken me to find something and this time I have a fucking bachelor's degree! The one temp agency I'd been working with said they found a job they thought I'd have a pretty good chance at getting, but I still haven't heard back from them. Arrgh. It's it's only been since Thursday but they said I should hear back really quickly. If I don't hear back after tomorrow, I'm gonna call.
I had a really amazing photoshoot yesterday. Sort of a dark, sideshow theme. I play two different creepy clowns bahahahaha. I can't wait to see the final images. I'm trying to shoot a new set soon too. Probably at Hell City. Yep, me and Panda_Eyes are going.
I like this old picture. It makes me laugh a lot, even when I'm feeling buhloooo. I'm pretty glad I quit smoking.
Right now I am loving:
The prospect of summer and wearing this lovely bathing suit on a weekly basis:
Kitchen gadgets:
^^^WANT!
Scandanavian fashion blogs:
Only Shallow
Elinkan, which is written by a 17-year-old Swedish girl who puts together outfits better than me and most of the people I know now, let alone at 17.
I'm sitting here on my big fluffy chair with the window open. The kitteh is next to me staring out the window, probably taking in that sweet gyro breeze from across the street. It smells like onions and frying, but in a good way. I can hear church bells and cars and d00dz skateboarding on the sidewalk, a noise I'm getting used to hearing A LOT of haha. That and drunk people. I venture outside of my building as little as I can on Fridays and Saturdays to avoid the onslaught of drunken brodudes and orange chicks. Seriously, these fucking amateurs are puke-out-the-car-window drunk before midnight and think it's funny to pretend to grab my pizza or make some ridiculous comment about me. I'm not your bad-girl fantasy dude, fuck off. It was worse when I used to have piercings and shit.
I STILL haven't found a job. This is the longest it's ever taken me to find something and this time I have a fucking bachelor's degree! The one temp agency I'd been working with said they found a job they thought I'd have a pretty good chance at getting, but I still haven't heard back from them. Arrgh. It's it's only been since Thursday but they said I should hear back really quickly. If I don't hear back after tomorrow, I'm gonna call.
I had a really amazing photoshoot yesterday. Sort of a dark, sideshow theme. I play two different creepy clowns bahahahaha. I can't wait to see the final images. I'm trying to shoot a new set soon too. Probably at Hell City. Yep, me and Panda_Eyes are going.
I like this old picture. It makes me laugh a lot, even when I'm feeling buhloooo. I'm pretty glad I quit smoking.
Right now I am loving:
The prospect of summer and wearing this lovely bathing suit on a weekly basis:
Kitchen gadgets:
^^^WANT!
Scandanavian fashion blogs:
Only Shallow
Elinkan, which is written by a 17-year-old Swedish girl who puts together outfits better than me and most of the people I know now, let alone at 17.
My futon.
Knee-high socks.
Pasta Roni Garlic and Olive Oil Vermicelli
Byyyyyyye.
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Give me a pale-drunk-punk-girl.